"Shit" I mumbled to myself as I sat down in the train that took me away from Los Angeles. Currently, I was in my wedding dress with only a bag in my hand which only had necessities such as my credit card, some money, passport and all those kind of things people needs for running away. Yup, I was running away from my marriage. I was supposed to get married to a guy named Evan. Now, I've known him since I was 15 due to my dad's business. Dad was a wealthy businessman. Evan's dad and my dad were friends from business. I ran away cause I...just could not marry Evan. It's not like I hated him. I loved someone else. Michael Jackson. He was another wealthy businessman from our place, pretty young. But dad loathed him. Cause he though that this man was going to take over all the businesses and leave us poor. And so one day he was invited in our place. I was having a good time with him. I took his number, we talked and talked and talked till he was called by my dad and disrespected in front of many guests. I did not know about dad's nasty plan. So Michael left, leaving a small kiss in my hand. And WELL, few days later, I met him and apologized on behalf of my dad. And well, our friendship started. I fell in love. He lived a simple life. He had many luxuries but usually took public cars and buses for travelling. I loved him due to his simple life. Due to how nice he was to everyone. But did he love me? I was lost in my thought when a voice called out my name. A very familiar voice. It was Michael!!! "What are you doing here?? Aren't you supposed to get married today??" He asked me, his face showing confusion and...something could not really understand